Hello, fellow Archers and or other heroes and welcome to my writer's place of intrigue!
Over the course of the last two years, I've watched through all of the CW's TV show, Arrow, and can I just say... Wow, is it amazing!
Honestly, almost every cha...
Was the last thing Oliver remembered before now. He was now lying face first against the cold, hard ground, ropes wrapping tightly around him to hold his arms in place. His tuxedo was torn in several spots, revealing his darkly bruised skin underneath. Tall oak trees surrounded him on both sides, giving him a strong claustrophobic feeling. Between them stood a looming man whose face seemed to be oddly shrouded from his gaze.
What is this? Where's mom and Thea?
Even without knowledge of what was happening, Oliver felt his blood slowly running cold.
"Oliver! Oliver!" screamed a woman who lay in front of him, similarly tied as he was.
Black mascara ran down her face as tears streamed from her worn hazel eyes. Dried blood coursed through her blonde hair. In one of the man's hands, he clasped a pistol. The other hand was placed firmly on a third person's shoulder, Thea, as she sat on her knees. Her usually beautiful face was smeared with mud and small cuts from the car crash that had occured minutes prior (or at least, that was what he assumed) and her expression was one of pure terror.
"I often wondered how you looked when they pointed the gun at Shado and took her from me," stated Slade, his gravelly voice more menacing than before.
"You, you psychopath! Shado wasn't yours," panted Oliver, forcing himself into a sitting position.
"No, she was yours until you choose another woman," argued Slade, pain seeping into his every word.
"That's not what happened!" yelled Oliver, shaking with rage.
He couldn't help looking back at his weeping sister as they spoke.
I'm the one who's supposed to protect them, not get them killed.
"That is what happened!" boomed Slade, gritting his teeth.
"Slade, you were on the island with Oliver," concluded Moira as she and Thea both looked at Oliver in shock.
"I thought I had known true despair until I met your son. I trusted him to make the right choice," explained Slade, staring directly into Moira's eyes.
"Slade, let me make the right choice now. Kill me," pleaded Oliver as he desperately tried to crawl towards his immobilized family.
With every inch he moved, his head screeched with searing pain, but he didn't care.
They don't deserve to die, not because of me.
"I am killing you, Oliver, only more slowly than you would like," said Slade, emotionlessly.
Tears were now streaming down Thea's face as Slade held the gun between her and Moira's heads. He had always seen his little sister as this confident young woman until this moment.
"Now, choose!" demanded Slade, firmly.
"No!" shouted Oliver.
"No, please!" begged Thea.
Oliver used all his might to will himself forward, but his pounding headache proved too brutal to bear.
No, I can't let him do this!
"She's just a child!" Moira exclaimed, frantically as she looked at her daughter.
"And no more innocent than my love was when she was killed. Right, kid?"
Oliver panted heavily as he felt his every muscle ache in agony.
"I swear, I'm going to kill you!" cried Oliver, his every bone shaking as tears started to form in his own eyes. I can't, Thea can't, lose mom, too.
"Choose!" shouted Slade once again.
"We both know there is only one way this night will end, don't we, Mr. Wilson," confirmed Moira, knowingly.
Slade merely nodded.
"Mom, what are you doing?" asked Thea, fearfully.
"Mom, no," begged Oliver.
Oliver watched his mother slowly get to her feet, ignoring her children's pleas.
"Thea, I love you. Close your eyes, baby," instructed Moira, her voice getting quieter with every syllable.
Thea did as she was told, though still through tears.
"No!" shouted Oliver, desperately.
Slade's gun was almost touching Moira's forehead.
"You possess true courage," admitted Slade, sadly as he returned his firearm to the inside of his trench coat before turning his back on the Queen family. Moira looked at her son, confused.
"And I am truly sorry that you didn't pass that on to your son," growled Slade, whipping his sword out of his coat.
The piercing noise of Slade's sword stabbing through his mother's chest sounded like lightning striking water.
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"No!" cried Thea, sobbing loudly.
"Sorry, kid," said Slade, cutting Thea's ropes before walking out of the forest.
"Mom!" screamed Thea, rushing towards her mother's side.
Oliver fell back down on the ground, feeling all strength leave his body. His mother was on the ground in front of him, a gaping hole in her lower chest where Slade's sword had pierced.
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I failed her.
"Mom, you're going to be okay," reassured Thea, desperately as she clutched her mother's lifeless hand tightly.
Oliver felt so empty inside that he couldn't even muster words.
